#osaviour

@twotonedechoes & @osaviour | SEND ✎ AND I’LL DRAW OUR MUSES TOGETHER

"Hey! That sounds like fun! Especially if it annoys Hades!"

The dreams had woken her, once again. They came more frequently these days, tho they made no more sense for the greater number of occurrences. Mighty, curling spires, reaching to an endless sky alight with stars that seemed to glow too brightly, streets that rang with the sounds of distant voices, the wind carrying words of a language that even with the Echo she could not discern the meaning of. 

It was equal parts alluring and frustrating. There was a strange nostalgia in the visions, and yet always an implacable feeling of searching, as if she had lost something within the sprawling metropolis, something dear, that she desperately yearned to find. 

Makara sighed, shaking her head as if to clear away the fog of the vision that remained. She had left her room in the Pendants behind, seeking out the quiet stillness of the night instead. A bit of a walk, just something to calm her nerves, and to put the phantom images from her mind. 

It was a true pity then that it seemed even now she could not find a blessed moment alone. Her ear flicked in annoyance as she leaned heavy against the railing of the skywalk above the Musica Universalis. There was no one in sight, and yet she trusted her senses too well to believe appearances alone. 

Shaska has engaged in nervous chuckling and sweating. 

“What is your obsession with the word ‘Calamity’?” That particular swagger he carried about him was all too reminiscent of a certain colorful witch...